There is an indignant noise that rips itself from Florentine’s lips as the wind shakes the leaves, showering thick, cold droplets upon them. The twilight girl is already soaked, already cold, and yet this is sudden spattering is worse.
The twilight girl stomps a foot, throwing her head skyward as she surveys the dark, shadowy canopy with disdain. It is only when another rogue droplet lands upon her brow, snagging in her hair and trickling devilishly into the corner of her eye, that the girl realizes the error of her ways.
With a huff she returns her gaze to the stranger, no longer daring to challenge the thick canopy above, and roughly wipes the corner of her eye on a golden knee. Her smile, when at last her eye is dry, grows at his comment. “It is a good philosophy to live by.” Florentine chirps, quite pleased with herself for it was not every day that one would positively comment upon her chosen philosophies on life.
Her smile does not falter. Nor do her eyes go dark with judgment or questioning when he asks after the nature of Novus’ storms. She simply nods and her gaze drifts out across the wild, angry sky with its howling wind and terrible lightning. “No, they are just storms here.” The twilight girl pauses, her mind upon a lightning plane, with its lightning that struck the earth and never left. In its wake would stand a jagged piece of metal pointing up, up towards the sky from which it came.
“Magic is sleepy here.” Florentine laments, her words echoing his own feelings of relief and regret. “It’s slow.” A twinge, a pain within her chest makes her swallow a breath, and then another. This girl of time and adventures, yearns for her dagger, for the power it no longer has.
“I was born into a world where lands changed at will, where magic reigned….” She turns her gaze back to him, her amethyst eyes fierce with memory, “The storms were terrible there.”
And she thinks of underground temples, glass seas and metal forests with their clockwork animals. She thinks of wild snarling beasts, once horses, now and forever not. “I would not have let them chase me,” And it is quite unclear to what the girl refers.
@Asterion
★ She is clothed with strength and dignity,
and she laughs without fear of the future ★
